Eight and a Half: Go Ego - Music Video Page #10

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It's his fault.

What does he expect?

You think I don't know that?

You're a bit of a bore too.

You really can't take the least bit

of criticism.

You're so funny with that big hat,

made up like an old man.

I don't understand. He meets a girl

that can give him a new life

and he pushes her away?

Because he no longer believes in it.

Because he doesn't know

how to love.

Because it isn't true that

a woman can change a man.

Because he doesn't know

how to love.

And above all because I don't feel

like telling another pile of lies.

Because he doesn't know

how to love.

I'm sorry, Claudia, for making you

come all the way here.

You're such a fake.

So, there's no part in the film.

You're right. There isn't.

And there's no film.

There's nothing anywhere.

If it were up to me

we would call it all off now.

Ah, here you are.

Where did you go?

We're starting next week.

Your producer had a great idea.

The greatest cocktail party ever

to launch a movie.

And you know where?

- At the launch pad. Tomorrow afternoon.

Radio, television,

and all the foreign press.

Come on, Guido, we're starting for real.

Catch him!

Let's go. Walk!

I want to go home.

Here, he's here.

Guido, where are you going?

It's over here.

Guido, I'm sure today will be

a beautiful day.

I'm really curious

to finally hear the story...

Don't you take yourself a little

too seriously, Mr. Anselmo?

Leave me alone,

I can walk by myself.

Good luck!

Dottore, here he is!

Calm down!

We've been waiting three days

for you. It's winter already.

Attention, please.

...do you think of pornography

as an art form or...

...is pornography a more

intense form of...

...why don't you ever make a film

about love?

I wish to announce that...

Tomorrow... tomorrow...

What do you think

you can teach us?

Do you really think your life

can be of any interest to others?

He wants to say something.

Answer, say something, go on.

Anything at all! Say anything!

Do it for me!

I promise you...

...this film. And afterward,

what will you live on?

Are you for or against divorce?

Tell me, frankly...

Is that your main problem?

That you can't communicate?

Or is that just a pretext?

Your questions betray

a certain hostility.

I assure you my director

is in great form...

What should I do?

What am I supposed to do?

...he should be treated with respect,

because...

Conocchia, forgive me

if I treated you badly.

You were wonderful,

the best of them all.

He ponders, considers, reflects.

Speak! Answer!

I've paid for your confusion,

your breakdown.

For months I've been paying

for everything.

Quit this film and I'll ruin you.

He'll now be at your disposal.

The press always has been...

Claudia, where are you?

And your spirits, Rossella?

What should I do? Leave you?

Disappear?

You will never be

what you once were.

Will I ever be your wife?

When will you truly marry me?

Luisa, is it really true

that you want a separation?

That you want to leave me?

How can I go on like this

'til the end?

...and what does your wife think?

It's in your right-hand pocket,

Dottore.

So long, Guido.

I put it in your right-hand pocket.

Nobody gets away with this. Buffoon!

Out of there, out! You coward!

Just a minute, a little moment.

I'm thinking of what to say.

I'm coming... right away!

Such an incurable romantic.

Where are you running, you low-life?

Take it all down, guys!

The film is off.

In two days it all has to be gone.

Start right away.

Tear it all down. Come on!

- Is that it, Dottore?

- Yes, thanks.

So long, guys. See you next time.

Let's hope so.

So long, sailor.

You've made the right choice.

Believe me, today

is a good day for you.

These are tough decisions, I know.

But we intellectuals, and I say we

because I consider you such,

must remain lucid to the bitter end.

This life is so full of confusion already,

that there's no need

to add chaos to chaos.

Losing money is part

of a producer's job.

I congratulate you.

You had no choice.

And he got what he deserved,

for having joined such a frivolous

venture so lightheartedly.

Believe me, no need for remorse.

Destroying is better than creating

when we're not creating those few,

truly necessary things.

But then is there anything

so clear and right

that it deserves to live in this world?

For him, the wrong movie

is only a financial matter.

But for you, at this point,

it could have been the end.

Better to quit

and strew the ground with salt,

as the ancients did,

to purify the battlefields.

In the end what we need is...

some hygiene, some cleanliness,

disinfection.

We're smothered by images,

words and sounds

that have no right to exist, coming

from, and bound for, nothingness.

Of any artist truly worth the name

we should ask nothing

except this act of faith: to learn silence.

Do you remember Mallarme's

homage to the white page?

And Rimbaud...

- Guido, wait!

...a poet, my friend, not a movie director.

What was his finest poetry?

We're ready to begin.

His refusal to continue writing

and his departure for Africa.

Congratulations.

If we can't have everything,

true perfection is nothingness.

Forgive me for quoting all the time.

But we critics... do what we can.

Our true mission is... sweeping away

the thousands of miscarriages

that everyday... obscenely...

try to come to the light.

And you would actually dare leave

behind you a whole film,

Iike a cripple who leaves behind

his crooked footprint.

Such a monstrous presumption

to think

that others could benefit from the

squalid catalogue of your mistakes!

And how do you benefit

from stringing together

the tattered pieces of your life?

Your vague memories, the faces of people

that you were never able to love...

What is this sudden happiness

that makes me tremble,

giving me strength, life?

Forgive me, sweet creatures.

I hadn't understood. I didn't know.

It's so natural accepting you,

loving you.

And so simple.

Luisa, I feel I've been freed.

Everything seems so good,

so meaningful.

Everything is true.

I wish I could explain.

But I don't know how to.

So. Everything is confused again,

as it was before.

The lights!

But this confusion is... me.

Not as I'd like to be, but as I am.

I'm not afraid anymore

of telling the truth,

of the things I don't know,

what I'm looking for and haven't found.

This is the only way I can feel alive

and I can look into your faithful

eyes without shame.

Life is a celebration.

Let's live it together!

This is all I can say Luisa,

to you or the others.

Accept me for what I am,

if you want me.

It's the only way we might be able

to find each other.

I don't know if what

you said to me is right.

But I can try if you help me.

Just a minute.

I'll give you the go-ahead.

Now. Go to the curtain.

Draw it.

Everyone come down.

Talk to each other.

Mother.

Sgulp! I did understand what

you wanted to say, you know.

That you can't do without us.

At what time will you call me tomorrow?

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